I don't mean stuff...heaven knows I have too much of that for it to ever be "empty". I mean no people.
I'm going to work later because I'm working a little later tonight. The weather's nice, the windows are open, the radio is on, the kids are at school...the perfect environment for tackling a little housework. How come it doesn't feel as good on a Saturday, when the kids are home? Or at night, after I've kicked my shoes off. It's not like they are even in the way! One will be on the computer, the other will be in their room. I could probably hit them with a little Pledge, polish a nose or an ear and they'd never even flinch.
And yet, for some reason, here I sit, plastic grocery bag on my arm, ready to tackle the pile of papers on my desk, the mile-long want-to-do list now shelved for another day, pausing for a moment to share this thought with you. This pile has been bothering me for weeks. So has the nasty dustpan that needed cleaning, the table that's been collecting newspapers since Saturday, the laundry room floor that needed a good sweeping. I think I'll be taking a day off work before school's out just to finish. :)
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